MY LITTLE PRINCE (MxM)
In the glittering world of high fashion, SPENCER HAYES, A 25 years old. is a name that stands out. Sassy, unapologetically gay, and fiercely independent, Spencer is the vibrant force behind his own fashion empire. But his life takes a dark turn when he witnesses something that shakes him to his core-the murder of a man at the hands of his best friend's brother, DMITRI ROMANOV. To the world, Dmitri is the suave COO of the prestigious Romanov Empire, but beneath the polished exterior lies a far more dangerous reality. He is the elusive mastermind behind the ROAR mafia, a ruthless criminal organization that rules the underworld with an iron fist.
Despite his cold, calculating demeanor, Dmitri has a secret-he's been watching Spencer from afar, drawn not just to his beauty but to his untold past. When the two men collide, it sparks a dangerous game of power, passion, and revelation. As Dmitri seeks to uncover Spencer's deepest secrets, their connection intensifies, blurring the lines between love and control. Dmitri's dark world of violence and strategy contrasts sharply with Spencer's glamorous life, yet together, they form an undeniable bond that neither can escape.
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Chapter: 30. SEASON - 1 THE ENDDmitri Romanov's PovI stand outside the door of the mental asylum, my heart racing with anxiety. It's been six months since Spencer's accident, and he's been undergoing therapy here to try and recover from the trauma.But it's not easy. Spencer's memories are fragmented, and he's unable to recognize me. The doctors say it's because of the severity of the trauma, and that it may take time for him to recover.I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I've been trying my best to avoid coming face-to-face with Spencer, as it's triggered his trauma several times in the past. But I need to see him, to know that he's okay.I glance at my watch, seeing that it's late at night. Spencer will be asleep by now, and I can visit him without triggering another episode.I push open the door, slipping inside quietly. The room is dimly lit, with only a faint glow from the nightlight. I can see Spencer's form on the bed, his chest rising and falling with each breath.I approach the bed slowly,
Last Updated: 2026-01-18
Chapter: 29.DMITRI Romanov's PovI paced back and forth in the hospital room, my mind racing with worry. Spencer was lying in the bed, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The doctor had just left, and his words kept echoing in my mind. "This trauma can affect his mind, Mr. Dmitri. We don't know what will happen when he wakes up. He may lose his memory, or...or he may regress to a childlike mental state." I felt like I was losing my senses. Spencer had a history of PTSD, and this latest trauma could push him over the edge. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, of not being able to help him.I stopped pacing and sat down beside Spencer's bed, taking his hand in mine. His fingers were limp, but I held on to them tightly, as if I could will him back to health."Spencer, please," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "Please come back to me. I need you. I love you."I sat there for hours, holding Spencer's hand, talking to him, willing him to wake up. But he
Last Updated: 2026-01-18
Chapter: 28.Dmitri Romanov's PovI sat behind my desk, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Everything was finally sorted out, and the Romanov empire was at peace once again. The traitors had been caught, the leaks had been plugged, and our family's reputation was intact.I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together as I gazed out the window. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Just as I was starting to relax, my assistant, Alexei, burst into my office, his face etched with worry."Dmitri, I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, his voice tight with anxiety. I raised an eyebrow, my instincts on high alert. "What is it, Alexei?" I asked, my voice firm. Alex, my brother, who was sitting in the corner of my office, looked up from his phone and said, "Uh-oh, Alexei's here with bad news again."Alexei ignored Alex's comment and continued, "It's Ryan and Spencer, sir. They're missing." My heart skipped a beat as I sat up straight, my eyes locked on Alexei's face.
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: 27.Spencer Hayes's POVI stood frozen in shock as the kidnapper revealed himself to be none other than my father, Arthur Hayes, the King of Atlanska.His face was twisted in a scowl, his eyes blazing with fury."So, you're the one who's been behind all this," I spat, trying to keep my voice steady. My father took a step closer to me, his voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who's been causing all the trouble, Spencer. Your careless lifestyle has damaged our family's reputation beyond repair. You're a disappointment to me, to our family, and to our kingdom."I felt a surge of anger and resentment towards my father. "You kicked me out of the family," I reminded him, my voice shaking with emotion. "You disowned me, and now you're complaining about my lifestyle?" My father's expression didn't change, but his voice took on a slightly softer tone. "You still have my blood in you, Spencer. The royal blood of the Hayes. You have a duty to uphold our family's honor and reputation."I la
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: 26. SPENCER IS KIDNAPPED!?Spencer Hayes's POVI lay in bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I tried to calm my racing heart. It had been a week since Dmitri's absence, and I was starting to feel like I was losing my grip on reality.Every night, I had been plagued by nightmares. Dark, twisted visions that seemed to seep into my waking life, making it hard for me to distinguish reality from fantasy.I knew it was because of Dmitri's absence. He had been gone for five days, and I hadn't heard from him since. No calls, no texts, no nothing. It was like he had vanished into thin air. I tried to convince myself that he was just busy with work and family affairs.That he would be back soon, and everything would go back to normal. But the more I thought about it, the more my mind began to spiral out of control. I felt like I was reliving the trauma of my past, when my family had rejected me and left me feeling abandoned and alone.It was a feeling I thought I had long overcome, but Dmitri's absence had triggered it
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: 25. ARTHUR HAYESDMITRI ROMANOV'S POVI glared at Nikolai, trying to keep my cool. "I told you to wait for some more days," I said, my voice low and even, but with a hint of frustration.Nikolai just shrugged, a relaxed smile on his face. "I couldn't wait," he said, his voice casual. I felt a surge of annoyance.Why did Nikolai always have to be so impulsive? Didn't he think about the consequences of his actions?Ivan, who had been standing by the window, turned and walked over to the sofa, flopping down onto it with a sulky expression. "You knew about this shit from the very beginning," he muttered, his eyes fixed on Nikolai. I shot him a look, but he just shrugged. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was—why did Nikolai always have to cause so much drama?As I looked at Nikolai, I couldn't help but think about how close the three of us were. We had grown up together, and despite our differences, we had always been there for each other.But as I thought about our family dynamics, my mind wand
Last Updated: 2026-01-11
Chapter: 133. THE OFFICIAL ENDLIAM MARTIN'S POVI could barely focus. The world seemed to tilt sideways, the chatter and clinking glasses downstairs turning into an unintelligible hum. My vision swam in a haze of disbelief, confusion, and adrenaline. My knees felt weak—I had to lean into Grayson just to stay upright.“You’re going to be fine,” he murmured, his hands bracing me, steady as bedrock. I’d leaned against him without thinking, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something warmer, more intimate, something only he carried. My pulse was a chaotic drum in my ears.“What… what’s happening?” My voice sounded thin, almost foreign. I felt my chest tighten painfully.“Shh,” he said softly, tilting my chin up. His thumb brushed over my jaw with that careful patience that made me want to melt into him entirely. “Just listen.”I nodded dumbly. Words wouldn’t form. My thoughts kept colliding: The party… the people… why is he like this?“I love you,” he said suddenly, almost breaking the fragile quiet
Last Updated: 2025-10-05
Chapter: 132. THE ANNIVERSARYGRAYSON PITTMAN’S POVThe office had that same sterile chill it always did—the hum of the central air, the quiet buzz of the espresso machine, and the faint static of irritation coming from Caisen every time I so much as breathed in his direction. He sat across from me with his usual disdain, the type that made you wonder if he was born glaring.He had his feet on my coffee table and his hand halfway inside Lucian's assistant’s shirt. Typical.Caisen wasn’t mine to control, though heaven knew I’d tried once. I let him and his theatrics exist like a necessary chaos in an otherwise precise world.He was running his thumb along the waistband of Conrad’s jeans, smirking like a cat with feathers in its mouth. I didn’t bother hiding my sigh. “You two do remember this is an office, not an episode of something banned on network television?”Caisen gave me a look sharp enough to decapitate. “You called us here, Pittman. Don’t complain about what you invite.”I had, indeed. And now I almost reg
Last Updated: 2025-10-05
Chapter: 131. CLARITYLIAM MARTIN’S POVThe kiss left a taste of espresso and regret on my tongue. I could still feel the press of his hands—steady, commanding, devastatingly gentle—lingering on my skin long after he pulled away. Grayson Pittman didn’t just touch; he claimed. Every brush of his fingers felt like a vow I wasn’t foolish enough to believe anymore.He stood there for a second, his expression unreadable, before muttering something about dinner. I nodded, mutely. He left the conservatory first, as if he hadn’t just rearranged the air I breathed. Typical.I followed minutes later, my lips swollen, my heart swollen stupidly more. The dining room was dimly lit, the kind of aesthetic Grayson liked—muted elegance, crystal glasses that probably cost more than my entire college degree. I sat opposite him, quietly eating the risotto Ratna had left warming on the side. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. Our silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it was a ghost of something unfinished, waiting for one of us to flinch
Last Updated: 2025-10-05
Chapter: 130. MASSAGEGRAYSON PITTMAN'S POVThe door to the conservatory, which I had long since converted into Liam’s private studio, was slightly ajar. I pushed it open, the scent of cold americano and paper filling the air, a much-preferred aroma to the sterile smell of my office. He was hunched over a massive drafting table, his back curved like a parenthesis, illuminated by the focused arc of an architectural lamp. Ratna’s report was accurate: he hadn’t moved.He was sitting on a modernist chair—all sleek lines and hard plastic—and the sight of his strained posture sent a sharp, involuntary tremor of irritation through me. Every ache in his body, especially the lower back pain that must be radiating down his spine, was my fault. I owned that debt, and seeing him suffer needlessly, even physically, was unacceptable.“You’re going to ruin your spine,” I stated, my voice cutting through the silent focus of the room. I walked over, not waiting for a response, and snagged one of the overstuffed velvet p
Last Updated: 2025-10-01
Chapter: 129. GRAYSON'S POVGRAYSON PITTMAN'S POVThe granite slab of my conference table felt cold and solid beneath my palms, a necessary anchor in a world that had felt suspiciously fluid since dawn. I ran the final numbers on the acquisition details, my voice clipped and professional as I spoke to my assistant, Mark, standing across the vast, windowed room.“The deal closes by 16:00 today. If Sebastian’s team finds any unexpected liabilities in the final audit, move the funds back to the holding account immediately. I want no loose ends.” I paused, reviewing the timeline I’d put in place. “Clear my calendar starting at 17:00. Hold all non-urgent calls until tomorrow.”Mark nodded, already pivoting to execute the orders, but I stopped him. I needed a distraction, something mundane, before the memory of the previous night could breach the professional barricade I’d constructed.“Call Ratna. Ask her where Mr. Martin is.”Mark didn't blink at the intrusion of a domestic query into a billion-dollar negotiation; he
Last Updated: 2025-09-27
Chapter: 128. CO*K- BLOCKINGLIAM MARTIN'S POVThe first thing I registered was the dull throb behind my eyes, a familiar, unwelcome guest after a night of too much drinking. The second was the ache in my lower back, a deep, radiating soreness that had nothing to do with sleeping wrong. I squinted against the morning light that sliced through the balcony doors, a bright, unforgiving square on the polished wood floor. I was in my own room, the same stark white walls and minimalist furniture Grayson had set up for me. But my body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.Fragments of last night came back in a slow, brutal trickle. The bar, the cold air on the balcony, the taste of Grayson’s absurdly expensive whiskey. My stupid, drunken confession about feeling like a charity case. And then, his voice, low and dangerous, cutting through the haze: Why don't you pay with your body?A wave of nausea hit me, a cold, sickening lurch that had nothing to do with the alcohol. I had done it again. Just like years ag
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
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